|Our last stop in Venezuela was a laid-back beach full of posadas and restaurants right in the sand. In the beginning of July it still seemed to be off season and most of the time we were the only customers. Our toughest competitors for the newly caught fish were, as usual, the pelicans. Our host family (mother, father and eight kids) seemed to be more into french fries and pizza.||
Why do we ever have to leave this place?